Wrestling ONE SHOTS and IMAGINES

40 Kyle O'Reilly

I was sitting in the corner of the gym waiting for my best friend to show up for our workout session. Part of me couldn't wait for him to finally arrive, but another part of me hoped that he wouldn't. 

Sure, I could have canceled our training, but I knew that would have led to a lot of questions. He always knew immediately when something was wrong. Normally I found it great that I didn't have to tell him what was going on with me. But at the moment I would have preferred it if my feelings were not always so clearly written on my face.

How could this happen? How could I fall in love with my best friend? For years we were inseparable, best friends indeed. We went through thick and thin. We mastered everything possible together without arguing much. 

And then one day I looked into his eyes and all of a sudden... boom! Suddenly there were all these feelings that could only be explained with love. The butterflies in my stomach and the racing heart. And it is scaring the crap out of me. The last thing I wanted to do was ruin what we had and maybe lose him forever.

Since that day I tried to avoid him as much as possible, but already a short time later he noticed my changed behavior towards him. At first I could talk myself out of it with things like stress or headaches or I was simply busy.

But of course I knew that it could not go on like this. Whatever was going on with my feelings, I would try to suppress them as well as I could and hope that they would eventually disappear.

I was abruptly pulled out of my thoughts as Kyle appeared in front of me, looking down at me with concern.

"Hey Y/N. Are you ready? Are you okay? What's going through that pretty little head of yours?" Kyle asked and again I cursed that he knew me so damn well.

"I'm fine. Just have a lot on my mind, that's all. Let's get started," I replied, hoping he would drop the subject. I was lucky, because he didn't press the issue any further.

The training went quite normally without any incidents. Nevertheless, I kept feeling Kyle's glances. He was probably trying to figure out what was going on with me. 

After about half an hour we decided to take a short break and have something to drink. Together we made our way over to the bench where our water bottles were. Kyle was walking so close to me that I could feel his warmth and that didn't help my nervousness in the least. I tried to go faster, but ended up tripping over my own feet.

But before I could hit the ground, strong arms had wrapped themselves around my waist and straightened me up again. In that moment when I felt his touch, it was like a lightning bolt went through me. A spark that set everything on fire.

I lifted my gaze and saw a stunned expression in his eyes. Was it possible that Kyle had felt this too? Time seemed to stand still as he suddenly leaned toward me and closed his eyes. My lips began to shake in anticipation of the kiss.

Then again, that one thought popped into my head. What if we ruin it all? So I placed my hand on his chest and stopped him.

"Kyle, I don't think... I don't think we should do this," I whispered. I tried to break free from his arms, but he wouldn't let go of me. On the contrary, he pulled me tighter against him.

"Is that what's been going through your mind lately? That you want more than friendship, but are scared to lose me?" he asked calmly, looking deep into my eyes.

I could only nod. More was not necessary. Kyle, as always, knew what was going on inside me.

"Do you always want to wonder what could have been? Isn't it worth trying? What if this could be our last first kiss? So tell me what we choose. Do we choose to try or will we always wonder what if?" he whispered.

I thought about his words and chose to listen to my heart. I stood on my tiptoes and gently pressed my lips to his. I had hope that this was really my last first kiss, because nothing had ever felt so right.

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Published January 15, 2021